ISABELLA'S POV.

I didn't just kneel there like everyone, or anyone, would have expected.

I stormed, bolting level of fast,

I stormed into the bathroom, plunged my fingers down my throat to puke every last bit of cum and then breakfast I had on the plane right out of my lungs, then I scrubbed every inch of my skin ruthlessly, seething as I did, staring at my darned reflection in the mirror.

How could I have fallen? Lost myself to the idiocy of whatever silly games we were ...